Post by Shiron on Apr 25, 2016 14:02:36 GMT
the right hand of god.
will cleanse you of both life and sin.
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 WORDS: 676 NOTES: Shirons Museum | Shiron breathed in deeply. Taking in the musk, the metalic tang of gold in the air. There was nothing quite like the glint of gems, the glimmer of relics thought long lost that perforated the many stands and display cases throughout the museum. This was his lifes work. The things he had gathered over his 700 or so years on this earth, from all centuries, from all corners of the planet. This was, in his opinion, if not actually. The finest (and most heavily protected) collection of historically valuable and valuable historical in the world. He hobbled down the centre corridor. A deep red water current pattern along the walls, the end behind him to the owners office and apartment, the only key on the owner himself. The other end opening to the general displays. The general area housed the japanese and items that could not be placed in history or place. Gold figures belonging to long forgotten cultures, shrines to indiscriminate gods, jewelrys to kings and noblemen of various tribes. These were open to the public and free to view. The least valuable of his collection, honestly reforgable if need be, however these were originals. From this room, there was the corridor Shiron currently was passing down. This corridor was only accessable to those who were willing to undergo searches in and out of the corridor. Carrying no bags, plain clothing and escorted through the exibits. Four rooms led off either side from specific periods in time, places or people. However due to an over-collection. He had recently been forced to double up some rooms. Desperatly finding connections between the themes to justify the space share. These were one of a kind items that Shiron wanted protecting at all costs. A breif nod to the guards by the egyption wing, moving begrudginly around three customers in t-shirts and jeans beyind taken into the room. A guide at the front explaining the contents. "The first wing here is our Egyption collection, starting from....." He passed through the corridor doors into the general room. Another nod to the dozen guards gathered around the search point. A metal detector in the centre and a search room to the left, he took no chances and hired these men to be the best. This place was thiers, he designed and decided the rest of the museum, but nothing passed through here without thier knowing and permission. He felt by allowing them free reign here, it would increaase thier comfort and knowledge of where things were and how to do them. It seemed to be working so far anyway. Moving slowly through the metal detector and to the right. The room was a large rectangular shape, the large wooden doors at the other end, a steady stream of tourists and visitors stumbling through. Flashing cameras and a soft murmer of voices echoed deeply accross the room, two rows of glass displays along the middle back to back, with larger displays along the outside. These larger peices were objects such as scribed tablets, shrines, gem adorned armours, etc. The middle one contained the smaller items, jewels, gold peices and such. Oldest at the back where the guards on the metal detector could keep them in view. And newest near the door where those looking in could see the glint from the days sun and have thier interest (and greed) piqued. An armchair sat in the corner, which Shiron settled into with a relieved sigh. A book already placed on the arm, he had a library nearby he tasked with delivering a new one each day on something the librarian thought would be of interest to him. The young lady had a knack for chosing things he had not read or known about before. Settling back into the chair, he proped his cane to the left of his chair, produced glasses from the inside of his coat and settled them on his nose. Then started reading. |
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